Taps aff in April and Mars bars in batter, pudding for breakfast and world-renowned patter: Elaine C. Smith, Sanjeev Kohli, Karen Dunbar and Alex Norton share some of their favourite things about Glasgow

The sense of humour - a necessity and in the genetic makeup of the city.
Òran Mór - a work of art from its Alasdair Gray ceilings to the theatre in its basement.
The Clyde Arc bridge - officially known to the people as 'squinty'.
The Glasgow Women's Library - great resource, great history, great women!
The swagger of its citizens - "a swagger that wid dry a washin", their tenacity, strength and desire to make a better life.

Elaine C Smith meets the Glasgow Girls

I Belong To Glasgow

The view from the top of Gardner Street. Imagine San Francisco, but with added Partickhill Bowling Club.
Economy of expression, as evidenced by this description of a friend's death: "Tap of the stairs. Heart attack. Bottom of the stairs. Deid."
Kelvingrove Art Gallery - the sheers scale of it. I imagine that if aliens were to attack Glasgow, the Art Gallery would get on its hind legs and batter the invaders away with the casual swipe of a red sandstone turret.
The Clyde Auditorium - looks like an enormous turban. I imagine that an enormous Sikh version of Godzilla - Godzillapreet - lives underneath Glasgow. Perhaps Godzillapreet will in the defence against aliens. I hope so.
King Tut's Wah Wah Hut - rightly held in the highest regard by every band that's played there, and a totem of Glasgow's searing ion for music. I'm constantly surprised by the sheer level of love and knowledge of folk here.

I Belong To Glasgow

The way people tell you their life story at the bus stop.
The guarantee of being able to start a sing-song absolutely anywhere at absolutely any time!
People taking their clothes off as soon as the sun even threatens to shine.
The amount of cyclists. I'm no kiddin! We're all on bikes here!
Our enormous underground.

Karen Dunbar reads from the diary she kept when she was 10 years old.

Glasgow taxi drivers - I can't the last time I had a decent conversation with a London cabbie.
Still getting called 'son' at the age of 64 - as in "Aye, ye were awfy good in Taggart son. No' as good as McManus mind, but good a' the same..."
The Panopticon Theatre, although I still for the life of me can't understand why the funding hasn't been made available for the restoration of this unique part of Glasgow's rich theatre history - maybe because it's no' an auld, ruined castle...
The Kelvingrove Art Gallery - arguably the finest and most diverse display of art in Britain, if not the world.
The Rouken Glen - a perfect example of why Glasgow's original name was Glaschu, - a Gaelic term meaning 'The Dear Green Place’.